• punjabilily 6w

    Some Days

    Some days my mask does not hide sadness; it hides bitterness.
    Some days acid runs through my veins and hatred festers in the numerous dark corners of my mind.
    Some days I wish for everyone who thinks of me to feel the unimaginable, sickening pain of loss that I live with.
    Some days I wonder why do stricken souls continue to suffer while watching the unjust and undeserving revel in happiness.
    Today is one of those days.